More Than This: A Deidara Fanfic

Part 2: Inching Closer Chapter 11

I stare at her dumbfounded and wide eyed. "We will talk about this later."

I walk outside to find Haruki gone. I walk back inside and finish watching the movie, the whole time me and Tukiko clutching Deidara's arms. After the movie ends, we finish cleaning up, making the living room area immaculately clean.

"Deidara, what do you think of a party here?"

"Sounds fun!" He says as we sit on the couch playing a game of UNO.

"So maybe tomorrow, I will host a party here, inviting the Akatsuki over. Do you think they'll come?" I say as I place a green 2 over the wild card.

"Yeah, they'd be all too happy to come. I'd love it!" He placed a green +2 on Tukiko and yells UNO.

Tukiko and I groan as she pulls two cards and I place a wild down, changing the color to red.

"Ugh, really Nioki!" He says as he draws one card as a result of having no red.

After an hour of playing that same round, Deidara finally wins and plasters a grin of a boaster that I greatly wanted to slap off. He yawns and I walk him to the door with Tukiko.

"So, are you still mad at me?" He says, poking his bottom lip out, pouting.

I shake my head, laughing. "No, I wasn't mad at you at the hideout but it is really fun to mess with you."

"You wrong for that." He says laughing and we all exchange goodbyes before calling it a night and hitting the sack.

The next morning, I awake to Deidara throwing rocks at the glass doors again. I open the doors and walk onto the porch, leaning forward on the railing. "Ugh, do we have to train today?"

"Oh, what was that? Did I just hear a quitter?"

"Fine, I'll be down in a sec!"

I run down and we train before going back up to the room and resting. I sit up dreadingly. "Wanna help me get the room ready for the party?"

He groans. "Ugh...do I have to?"

I give him a "really" look. "If you want to come then yes!"

He stands up, pouting. "Fine..."

We-well Deidara-cleans the kitchen area and bathroom while I set up the table and vacuuming. I grab bowls, pouring salsa into one, cheese into another, and chips into the last one. I waltz into the newly cleaned kitchen, pulling out pans and mixing bowls.

He stares at me. "What...are you doing?"

I look at him as if it were obvious. "Baking and cooking. Are you gonna help or not?"

"Um..me and baking don't-"

"Aw, thanks for the help."

Cutting him off, he sighs. "Fine, I will help but it will taste like death."

I laugh. "Deal."

We bake chocolate chip brownies with caramel icing over the top, cheesecakes, red velvet and German chocolate cakes, butter cream cupcakes and pie tarts. We cook hotdogs, ribs, steaks, hamburgers, sausage, gumbo, and pork kabobs. Then we make rice balls and sushi. I order a disco ball and once it arrives, I set it up in the living room area above the couch. We haul a stereo system into the living room, hooking it up to the radio. Now, as for the alcohol, time for fake I.D.'s. Me and Deidara buy a whole bunch of everything, not focusing on which will taste better because they had better like whatever we get.

We pull out red solo cups and put them on a table with paper plates and silverware, placing the alcohol on the table as well. We grab a transparent bowl and mix a whole bunch of alcohol together ad the "special" placing a ladle in order for them to pour some into cups.